Author: Heine
I don't know why I am always so sad.
An old story that I can't forget.
The air is cold, the twilight is boundless, and the Rhine River flows quietly.
The rocks reflect the afterglow of the evening and sparkle.
A young girl sitting at the top of the rock has unparalleled beauty and charm.
She has blonde hair. Gold jewelry sparkles.
She combs her hair with a gold comb and sings.
The tune is so beautiful that it has a breathtaking power.
The boatman on the boat suddenly felt pain in his heart;
He didn't look at the stones in the river, but looked up.
I believe that the boatman and the boat were finally swallowed up by the waves.
Lorelei did it with her singing.
Riding on the wings of singing-Heine (Germany)
My love, with the wings of that song, I will take you to fly.
Go to the Ganges River, where there is the most beautiful place.
A garden full of red flowers was shrouded in the silent moonlight.
Furong is waiting for their close-fitting girl there.
Violet giggled, whispered and looked up at the stars.
Roses whisper fragrant fairy tales.
It is a kind and clever antelope, and it will jump over and listen quietly.
In the distance, the waves of the holy river are clamoring.
We are going to lie under that palm tree.
Bathed in love and tranquility, intoxicated in the dream of happiness.